Abuse
stepped on
kicked
shoved
pushed
hit on the head
ignored
and literally tripped
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that was my salsa night tonight
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and yet I come back
in hopes of twirls,
dips,
close embraces,
smiles,
and that rare feeling of flying
and attainable happiness
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